Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.
Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way.
Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?
Everything is going to change.
Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.
And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.